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Larson, Sara B.
Defy / by Sara B. Larson.1st ed.
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Summary: Seventeen-year-old Alexas parents were killed by a sorcerer during a
raid, so she has disguised herself as a boy, joined Antions army, and earned a place
on Prince Damians guardbut Antion is ruled by an evil king, and Alex must
find a way to defeat him and protect her prince.
ISBN 978-0-545-59758-6 (jacketed hardcover) 1. Identity (Psychology)
Juvenile fiction. 2. MagicJuvenile fiction. 3. PrincesJuvenile fiction.
4. ConspiraciesJuvenile fiction. 5. Adventure stories. [1. IdentityFiction.
2. MagicFiction. 3. PrincesFiction. 4. ConspiraciesFiction.
5. Adventure and adventurersFiction.] I. Title.
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First edition, January 2014
The text type was set in ITC Galliard.
The display type was set in Kennerly HSC.
Book design by Abby Kuperstock
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sending a jolt up my arm. Wed been sparring for quite a while, but
neither of us was ready to back down. I jabbed at him again,
but missed a beat when I noticed Prince Damian standing behind
the other members of his guard, outside the practice ring, watching us. Marcel took full advantage of my momentary distraction and
landed a blow on my shoulder. I grunted, aggravated with myself,
but quickly recovered, spinning away from him and Prince Damians
unwavering gaze. The gloating expression on Marcels face wasnt
going to last long. I twisted around in the opposite direction and
before he could parry my blow, I hit him in the rib cage.
A killing strike.
Marcel threw his weapon on the dirt, rubbing his ribs with a
grimace. My wooden sword would probably give him a bruise,
despite the padding we both wore.
I never should have taught you to hit me, Marcel grumbled
as most of our audience whooped and hollered from outside the
practice ring.
Id hit you again, except I know you arent serious. I bent
down and picked up his sword, daring a peek to see if the prince
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was still there. Hed come to watch me spar before, but he always
seemed to slip away just as I finished a match. Not this time. He
still stood there, the sunlight bright on his dark hair. I could have
sworn there was admiration on his faceadmiration and something else I couldnt namebut when I blinked, it was gone,
replaced by his usual sardonic expression.
Prince Damian clapped slowly twice, making a couple of the
guards in front of him jump. They spun around quickly, and
upon seeing the prince, they immediately straightened to stand at
attention.
An impressive display, Alex, but next time, keep your guard
up at all times. It never pays to get distracted, Prince Damian
observed. I had to clench my jaw to keep from blushing at the
condescension in his voice. Part of me longed to challenge him, to
tell him to take a turn and see how long he lasted. Instead, I stiff ly
tipped my head to him. He looked at me for a moment longer, his
gaze inscrutable, and then turned on his heel and strode away.
I stood in the ring, clutching both my and Marcels swords,
my heart pounding with anger.
Give that to me. Marcel swiped his sword back with a furtive glance at the other members of the princes personal guard.
But they were all still watching the prince, their backs to us. I
dont need you to carry my sword for me.
I blinked as he stormed away. I knew he wasnt really mad.
Death was once nothing more than a game to us, back at home,
when we were children and we practiced for hours every day with
sticks instead of swords. Back when I was still Alexa, instead of Alex,
Marcels twin brother and member of Prince Damians personal
Are you planning on sharing that, or am I supposed to apologize for beating you first?
Nope. No apology necessary. I fully intend to give you what
you deserve.
Before I had a chance to react, Marcel tossed the entire contents of the second cup into my face, drenching me. At first, I was
too shocked to do anything except stare at him. Then I burst out
laughing. The cool water actually felt good as it ran down my nose
and chin, dripped off my short hair onto my shirt.
Well, thats one way to admit youre a sore loser. I ran a hand
through my wet hair, shaking the excess water off.
You two never stop, do you? Rylan shook his head, a wry
grin revealing his straight, white teeth. His skin was the color of
cream with a hint of melted chocolate stirred in.
I need to go check on things inside the palace, I said, forcing myself to look away from Rylans warm brown eyes. I had no
business noticing his smile or his teeth or what shade of chocolate
his skin and irises resembled. Try not to lose any more sparring
matches. I pointed at Marcel. I dont think too many would-be
assassins are deterred by cups of water in the face.
Yes, sir. Marcel saluted me with the empty cup.
With a sigh and a suppressed smile, I turned away from my
brother and strode across the courtyard, purposely making my stride
as long as possible.
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and if there was one thing the prince excelled at, it was laziness.
I looked away from the long table filled with lavishly dressed
men and women, and scanned the room. Marcel stood a few feet
away from me on Prince Damians other side. Across the room,
Rylan and his brother, Jude, stood near the door.
As the next course was brought out, the conversation turned,
as it nearly always did, to the war. After a few minutes of discussion, Prince Damian sighed.
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The girl stared down at her plate in humiliation, her former excitement completely gone. She looked like she was about to vomit the
food shed been eating all over the table.
Guards. Prince Damian f licked a wrist, signaling us. We fell
into line, Rylan and Jude in front of the prince, Marcel and myself
in the rear, as he exited the room. Once the dining table and the
awkward conversation were far behind us, Prince Damian stopped.
Alex, he said, turning to face me.
Yes, Your Highness? I stood at attention.
I havent received word of this supposed victory. He glared
at me like it was my fault. I do not like to be ill informed at my
own dinner parties. You will find Nolen at once and tell him that
I require news of the war efforts brought to me personally from
now on.
From behind me, Marcel said, My lord, Nolen has taken the
evening off to visit his sister in Tubatse.
Prince Damian looked past me to my brother. Ah yes. He
pressed his lips together in irritation. Then go find Iker instead.
Give him the same message. Hes probably better informed than
Nolen anyway.
I nodded. Ikert he kings most trusted advisorprobably
did know more than Nolen, Prince Damians handler, as we
dubbed him. But I hated dealing with Iker and wished Nolen
hadnt picked tonight of all nights to be gone. Would you like me
or Marcel to go, my lord?
Your shifts are ending soon, I believe? he asked.
Yes, my lord, Marcel confirmed.
Both of you go and bring me word of his response before you
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retire for the night. He waved us off as Marcel and I pressed our
right fists to our opposite shoulders and bowed.
The kings chambers were in a completely different wing of
the sprawling, massive palace, and Marcel and I had to turn around
and head back the way wed come to find Ikers room, next to King
Hectors private quarters.
Once we were out of earshot of Prince Damian, Marcel and I
both began to walk more slowly. He seemed to dread talking to
Iker as much as I did.
Did you hear about any victories recently? Marcel asked as
we climbed the staircase to the second f loor.
I shook my head. No. And Ive never seen that girl before. I
wonder if shes really that stupid, or if someone put her up to it to
try and get a reaction from the prince.
If so, shes an excellent actress. I was sure she was about to
throw up when Damian stood to leave.
I had to agree with Marcel; shed been very convincing. Maybe
thered been a report of a victory we hadnt heard yet. But even
if there was, I couldnt believe shed had the audacity to bring up
the murder of Prince Damians mother at dinner. It didnt matter
if that was why King Hector had declared war on Blevon; it was
not something to discuss over chilled soup and poached whitefish.
When we reached Ikers door, it wasnt completely shut. Marcel
tapped lightly on it. We waited, but there was no response.
Should we go in?
For some reason, I had to suppress a shiver. I didnt like Iker.
He was a narrow maneverything about him was angular and
sharp: his beaked nose, his chin, the point of his head, which was
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ill concealed by his greasy black hair. I did not wish to go into his
room, yet we had no choice but to try and find him. I guess so.
Prince Damian will throw a fit if we come back without a document signed in blood, swearing to bring him news of any and all
victories as soon as Iker has them.
Marcel went first, pushing the door open a bit wider. The
room was encased in darkness, all except for the back corner, where
a tall figure stood hunched over a table. The meager glow of a low
fire in the hearth next to him revealed the bony outline of Ikers
body. There was a slight haze in the room, and an acrid, coppery
scent turned my stomach.
The moment we walked in, Iker straightened and whirled to
face us, blocking our view of what was on the table. What are you
doing, barging into my personal room without permission? he
demanded, his expression furious. He clutched a small knife in
one hand.
Prince Damian sent us and your door was open.... Marcel
gestured behind us.
Leave my chamber at once. Iker glowered at us, the faint
light of the fire behind him barely illuminating his features, giving him a dark, wild look. The air felt thick, heavy, entrapping.
Something was wrong in here and I was more than willing to
comply with his command. I spun on my heel and strode out. But
Marcel lingered. I turned to see him still standing in the doorway,
meeting Ikers glare.
Iker, was there word of a victory today that Prince Damian
was kept unaware of? Marcel crossed his arms over his chest and
I groaned. I knew that position well. He wasnt going to back
down or let Iker intimidate him. Normally, I wouldnt have either,
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but it wasnt just Iker I was eager to escape. It was his room; the
smell; the little knife in his hand, which was stained with something all too similar to blood; and the darkness that felt thicker
than normal, somehow. I couldnt imagine what he was doing
in there, and I was surprised Marcel wasnt as eager to leave
as I was.
I said, leave my room, Ikers voice was low and threatening
now as he marched toward us. Marcel had the good sense to back
away. Either of us could have taken down the greasy-haired, older
man in a fight without even breaking a sweat. But he was our superiora lmost as powerful as the king himself. It wasnt a good
idea to infuriate him.
Iker pulled the door shut behind him and pointed at us with
the knife. You may tell your prince that I will inform him of
any and all victories over Blevon at the kings discretion. As for
the both of you, since you obviously have nothing better to do
than barge into peoples private chambers, I now require your
services.
Even with the door shut, the smell still lingered in my nose. I
looked down at his knife and tried to keep my expression neutral,
despite the uneasiness in my gut.
We have a new batch of orphans to place, Iker said, and the
kings guard is down a few men right now because of illness. I
believe they should be arriving through the west gate shortly. No
one seems to like the job of taking the girls to the breeding house,
but Im sure the both of you wont mind. His fingers tightened
on the hilt of the knife. Am I correct?
Revulsion made my stomach turn. Id only been forced to
enter the breeding house once before. Even though Id been inside
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for just a few minutes, I still had nightmares about the place. The
stench of unkempt bodies and overused sheets. The echoes of
screams, the desperate sobbing behind closed doors. The heat and
fear that coated the air like smoke. The empty eyes of the girls.
The swollen mounds of their bellies. Bile rose in my throat and
panic seized me. I couldnt go back thereI couldnt lead other
girls to that fate at sword point.
Iker looked directly at me with a cruel smile on his thin lips
and repeated, Am I correct?
Yes, sir, Marcel finally answered for us both. Well go
right away.
Maybe next time, you will think twice before disturbing
me. Iker gave me one last dark look before going back into his
room, shutting the door firmly behind him this time.
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